Beautiful Psychopath [Kai Parker]

Chapter 7: Betrayal

My eyes are green pebbles, staring at the pair, envy hissing through my pulsing veins. Around the corner stands Bonnie and Malachai, making out. Bonnie, my friend. Kai, the boy I used to love. Even though he is not the Kai he once used to be, my heart lusts for him and seeing this sight makes it feel like a my heart is falling into a dark void in the pit of my stomach.

I slink away from the corner, my vision blurring. This can't be real. This is all a dream. But no, I pinch myself and I am still standing in the horror that is reality.

Bonnie and Malachai pull away from each other passionately, and he stares into her eyes as he once did to me.

Not being able to bear this a second longer, I let myself appear from the shadows. The noise of my footsteps drags their attention away from each other and they stare at me in shock.

"Um, Ali... This isn't really a great time." Bonnie giggles, fluffing up her hair as if she is a little girl caught up in love.

Yeah, love. I mean only six hours ago Bonnie was ready to kill him. How can her opinion of him change so quickly?

My eyes bore into Malachai's, glittering with betrayal. Instead of gazing back into mine with apology and guilt, his eyes glint with a nerving sense of evil. What has this prison world done to Kai? I need to get him back, even if it's the last thing I do in this stupid town, Mystic Falls. Everything that has happened in this town has not ended well but somehow I am always dragged here like some kind of magnetic force is pulling me into it's depths.

"Ali? Do you want something from us or are you just going to stare? 'Cause no offence chickpea me and Bonnie here are a little busy and I don't think I would be comfortable with you watching." Malachai says, words roll of his tongue yet I still don't process them as if my mind is some kind of shield blocking me from them.

"Haylooo? Aliiii?" Malachai sings, this is all a joke to him, whether or not he knows what he's done to me or not.

"Mali, why don't we just leave Ali be and go take this somewhere else?' Bonnie smirks, tickling Malachai's chest.

The sight brings vomit into my mouth, instead I simply say, "I don't understand."

"What don't you understand, sweetie?" Bonnie says, approaching me, obviously thinking my mind is somewhere else or I'm sleepwalking. Oh, how I wish I was dreaming.

"You hate him." I whisper, finally letting my eyes meet hers.

"Hate is a very strong word!" Bonnie defends, scratching the side of her head guiltily.

"Bonnie, you tried to attack him and have been non-stop raging about him ever since! You know what, I think I actually saw steam coming out of your ears!" I gabble, finally allowing my feelings to topple over the brim.

"Hey, Ali, are you okay?" Malachai says, his features softening.

"No - I - I... Wait you actually care?" I say, my eyes widening with surprise.

Malachai looks into my eyes, with a desperate feeling shimmering in his irises, then his expression disappears. "Nah, who am I kidding? Come on, Bonnie," He picks at his cuticles abscentmindedly, before backing down the hall beckoning Bonnie to follow him.

But she doesn't.

"Ali, I don't understand. Why is this such a big deal? I mean, yes, a minute ago I could have ripped his head off with hatred, but now, I don't know, I guess I see him in a different light!" Bonnie says, her hand caressing my shoulder.

I sigh, defeated. "Just be careful, okay."

• • • • • • • •

The next morning, I wake to the piercing pitter-patter of the rain weeping down the oversized window opposite my bed in the Salvatore Mansion. For a moment, I stare at it, my eyes unreadable, before turning over.

Snuggling into the pure white sheets, I let the tears which have been begging to escape drop down my cheeks. I don't know why I am so hurt by this, after all Malachai the pyschopath is not the boy I fell in love with, but how can I not be distraught when I know the boy I fell in love with - am still in love with - is inside this psychopath and can be saved?

But how can I save someone who doesn't want to be saved?

I sit up abruptly, causing my sheets to fall around my knees when a sharp rap sounds the door.

Rubbing my eyes, sleepy from what seems like a sleepless night, I slide out of bed. My pyjamas, which are decorated with cartoon sheep, is bunched up from slumber and I pull them down hurriedly before opening the door.

Bonnie stands bewildered in the corridor outside the door. Her hair is stuck upright, her pyjamas stained with a red sticky fluid which dribbles remorsefully onto the floor. My eyes enlarge as I realise what it is. Blood.

"Bonnie, oh my goodness! What happened?" I exclaim, rushing to her aid.

Weakly, she pulls up her pyjama top revealing a large gash at her side.

I clap my hand to my mouth.

"It's okay," I attempt to say reassuringly, although I feel I am mostly reassuring myself.

"It's okay." I repeat. "Damon or Stefan or Caroline can fix this up for you."

"No." She whispers, her eyes smudged with pain. "I don't want to be healed with vampire blood. T-take me to a hospital."

"Okay, I'll take you to a hospital... Bonnie, who did this to you?" I ask, my eyes gaze into her's although I have a feeling I already know who it was.

"Mala-" Bonnie starts, before her eyes roll up and her body collapses against mine.